Diana Rosser Poems

Do not hide in the living room
amidst the familiar and well thumbed

Open the door
...

I see you
amongst the falling brown
making your way.
...

I stepped out into autumn
the sight held my breath at bay
burnished dressed in copper red
against sky of purple grey.
...

Tell me how can I
shake your eloquent branches?
Make your fruitful words
fall to the ground where I wait,
...

The walkway through the high pines
wire meshed on either side
damp with fine constant rain
swings its way across a raging
...

Still
silent
fingers write
...

it is the moment
when the sun breaks through
early morning mist
and touches your face
...

Splintered fragments shatter
cohesive thought
searching through the
ratter, tat, tat, to
...

I wont tell you the stories he has told me,
or the reason why for weeks and months
he couldn't sleep.
About the walk around the corner,
...

The old tree weeps, its branches low
bend over a path, winding slow
through tilting, toppling, broken stones
fading remains of treasured bones
...